[ April 25th, 2002 at 1:37 pm ]

In a fairly amazing recovery after the surgery, Molly is now back to her fully insane self. She required only two more doses of the slimy green painkiller medication (1cc dispensed into corner of mouth) before she began to courageously refuse it on Tuesday. At that point, she still couldn’t walk in a straight line; this morning, she was running and jumping with glee and abandon. The only thing is that I think her belly may be chilly where it was shaved.

Also, oddly enough, Molly has been displaying a heretofore unseen level of affection toward me. Yes, me: the guy who paid for the surgery which stole her feline femininity. Perhaps she does not understand what I have done beyond the simple fact that I took her back into my comfortable home after the ordeal had ended. Anyway, she won’t quit purring when I’m around. She gazes at me like I’m her hero. I don’t mind. Last night, as I was splayed out on the couch reading a book, she fell asleep on my chest with her head resting on my left pectoral muscle. As living creatures go, Molly has got to be one of the very cutest.